Luyện nghe bài hát Mobb Deep - Get Back Remix (featNoyd)

Sometimes you just gotta niggaz how you do things
That shit
time'll tell like my nigga Illa G said
Love all my
I

(QB)

[Prodigy] cross my heart hope to die,

[Noyd] Queens Hot Boys

[Prodigy] Me Out
Yo... put a in ya mind

Yo dun, They caught me the blind side, me the P
the one who spread love, me, I never shit on my
I never left my dawgs out in the
I extended my wit compassion, you extened yours wit war
cool, fuck it. y'all sneaky muh'fuckers gon learn how this rock
Quiet Storm nigga (shhh) leave you shocked for
nigga, I rot ya
by myself,?, and just pop ya
now if it get night, and gettin past it
ill see you at the crossroad
and in the time, and in between time
P'll layed up wit mo shines, mo dollars fo nines
More of talons to put in your spine
You me nigga, you lost your mind
Scratch that, you never me from the start, so I forgive you
After you die squirmin, shots (fizzling)

(its time to) Get
Uh, Its so
the taste of revenge and blood on the

(its called) Pay
For shit you'll pulled
I dont respect your gangsta, my guns

(its to) Get Back
Yea, Its so
the taste of and blood on the streets

(its called) Pay
For shit you did
Two wrongs make a right, that make it even, bitch

Ayo the guns pop, the thugs pop em, everybody kno
Mo Thug been on henny rocks, Fo-Fours
catch a on ya block, onna slingin Ya-Yo
Or pullin out that and aimin at ya Kangol
Them thugs, some blood, some crip, stuntin
you see 'em crip-walkin but they thuggin nuttin
they tough, ain't rough, ain't built for war
they frontin thuggin, and ain't that at all
me and my is R, A, W... RAW
and murder (Murder).
A, double L... (ALL)
Yall heard of, the Queens Bridge fucking Hot
Prodigy, H, A, V, O, C, and nigga Noyd
and the Get Back and yes, is so sweet
how we lay wit the heat, and pop up on 'em when sleep
leave 'em dead in the bed and his in the streets
murder him and his peeps, nigga, I'm beef
(Its the Get Back)

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Basicly, they done summed it up and no reason to spit
but fuck it, have my lil 2 cent
the leave you so bent
have you huggin the ground a toilet bowl ready to hurl
be havin outta body visions
and if you lucky to live, no doubt, you'll be a religion
gittin shot up can do that, squeal
they so shook, the sound of fire crackers 'em peel
niggaz rhyme how they (kill)
how they feel (feel)
talkin all that like they? for the
but me, if I ain't to... prolly wouldnt clap you
but they see you wit paper and wanna git at you
I dont preach about the shit, I show 'em what mack do
you kno these slugs harder any track you rap to
cowards talk shit, it just make the finger itch
I got for that ass, wanna meet the bitch?

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